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Rebel's island by Arabian Oud {R}


Yes I am a rebel, but my rebellious behavior does not affect people who I cherish the most, my fight is against that system and those people who pretend to know it all and are nothing but hollow from inside and from the system that is ignorant, which imposes its ignorant thoughts and expects everyone to comply with it. But now I feel that whatever they think of me is not important to me, I am not answerable to people who do not even know me well, but only make claims to know me. I have been a rebel ever since I can remember but I try to hide that rebellion for sometime but now I can confidently speak out and say I AM A REBEL! So welcome to my island, which isn't all about me but about challenging those ignorant practices and not simple lip service, journalists and media professionals are always over seen as real society workers, or people who can make a difference. We are usually seen as people who flow in glamorous stuff, but I do not go by all that, I keep myself away from anything that labels me as a stereotype journo. I choose to find a story which is rare even if it means I have to take the hardest route to get to that journey and be by myself. The whole joy of being alone is when you come across those individuals who have done soo much in life, achieved and are simply creative.
I don't need to pretend like fake to be accepted, it is better to be yourself rather lie, cheat and behave fakely, just to please someone, because end of the day the fake covering falls out, you can not drag a drama for long because it has it's natural death. It's like a book, which could be deceiving by it's cover and I don't believe in totally changing myself by lying, I would change on basis of truth, where I see evidence provided, some people say I have an attitude, some say I am rude, some simply can not stand me, to the extent someone told me I HATE U today because I rejected his feelings. I am not a liar, I am not a cheat, i do not use others, nor am I a back stabber. People who know me for real know what I am all about. I do not need to sound vain, I am simply being modest.
A rebel is someone who voices against things they do not agree with, someone who is not afraid of being themselves or even being left alone to fight through. Do you have a strong rebel inside you? And I know I am not the only rebel here, some people are afraid of being themselves, bringing their inside to the outside, in the fear of being rejected...

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